Moonspear Like an old-fashioned soft meats crown

With each step, he sought to better his groove with this, all while learning what he could even anticipate. The foxes could get wily in these woods with all the opportunity at play, at least that he could guarantee. Experience kept him mindful of the twists, and turns, and hopefully they might not have to loose their game trail to the landscapes. Maybe, if they were lucky, very much the opposite. I think so too, he agreed, bobbing his head as he started for that way with a long-range look on as he tried to think ahead--into that beyond. Maybe it was too soon to make any assumptions of where precisely this may lead, so he went with the flow of it, for now.

He strided forward a bit more, then paused long enough to swing his nose towards the climb of the elevation towards their left, and ahead, some. Forest gets thicker up this way a little higher. Probably best if we can keep it from fleeing that way, he mentioned  for use ahead though he was well aware this was not always their call to make. They might not be able to pursue if the foxes found the right thicket, although winter did have matters more bare than usual. Still, he didn't want to risk crashing through anything he didn't have to. While to go before the creek, though, Jarilo pointed dead ahead for that one, right where he thought this might go roughly and where he aimed himself. Maybe it was a good thing, even if it wouldn't get to be the eventual destination. Anyway, he picked up his pace again and went on to work.